In celebration of National Poetry Month... Neighbors of Yesterday by Jeanne Robert Foster When I go the see her, I look about the room Where she sits placidly knitting — knitting. It has the curious musty odor Of our grandmother's parlors. The old things One remembers are all around her: The hair-cloth furniture; the kaleidoscope On the "What-not", the wax flowers under glass, The cardboard motto on the walls, saying "God Bless Our Home" with flourishes And sprays of rosebuds

UNNAMED from Some Words: Poems by William Bronk (1992) In the narrowest and most immediate view, we are named and identifiable as persons, noted and notarized as such, often with forbears and offspring also known. All this is documented and kept with care that protects the claim. This is a way we live. Viewed from a long way back and away, as we view distant people--distant as we for them-- we are nameless and nothing as their dust and their bones are, like cells shed from th

Nothing Is Great from Book of Nothing by Richard Carella (2013) Nothing is great- nothing is so great it can not be contained; there is nothing outside of nothing; nothing is outside of nothing; compared to nothing the universe is as nothing; there is nothing greater than nothing; nothing is greater than nothing. Poet Richard Carella was born 9 January 1951 in Hudson Falls, NY to John J. Carella and Joyce M. Blake. Carella has wanted to express himself in poetry since middle

I am dedicating my blog posts this month to local poets & poetry because April is National Poetry Month! The first featured Jonathan E. Hoag. I discovered the poetry of Jeanne Robert Foster (born Julia Elizabeth Oliver, 1879-1970) when I was SpO Clerk & Local Interest buyer at Borders Books & Music #389 in Saratoga Springs, NY. Richard and Janis Londraville's biography of her, Dear Yeats, Dear Pound, Dear Ford: Jeanne Robert Foster and Her Circle of Friends, had recently com